Turns Out I’m A Big Cultivator

Luo Huang was a little nervous, explained it at the first time, and said: "Young Master Li, we don't know that you have come back, so we didn't invite you."

Li Nianfan smiled and said: "I really just came back not long ago, but just happened to catch up, Luo Huang don't have to feel guilty."

Luo Huang was relieved now, but his face was still flushed, and he couldn't wait to slap himself twice.

Even if you know that the expert is not at home, you have to go and take a look on the eve of the establishment of the Chenghuang Temple. Maybe the expert will come back. My sincerity is not in place, alas!

"Mr. Seen."

Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang saluted Li Nianfan at the same time.

The two of them looked extremely excited, their bodies stood upright, and they bowed sternly at ninety degrees.

One is a generation of emperors and the other is a contemporary great Confucian, but he maintains a deep awe of Li Nianfan. This is not pretend, but from the heart.

Zhou Yunwu said excitedly: "Sir, I represent the people of the country, thank you!"

Meng Junliang also said at the same time, "Sir, I represent all the bachelors, thank you!"

The status of the two of them now among mortals was naturally entrusted by the underworld. Moreover, it was the level of the underworld boss who entrusted the dream to black and white impermanence. From their mouths, they knew that the Chenghuang Temple was established by an expert.

Speaking of experts, the first thing they thought of was Li Gongzi, so they asked about it, and the answer was indeed Li Gongzi!

Immediately the admiration for Li Gongzi reached its peak, and the most important thing was that the establishment of the Chenghuang Temple had great benefits for Zhou Yunwu or Meng Junliang.

One is to allow mortals to live and work in peace and contentment, and the other is to give hope to contemporary Confucian scholars.

Once the great Confucian ruled well and was loved and enshrined by the people, after death, he might be recognized by the underworld and become a local city god. What an expectation is this.

All in all, the Chenghuang Temple is a bridge between mortals and the underworld, a proper win-win situation!

Li Nianfan waved his hand, "Well, you don't have to thank me, I just provide an idea."

Luo Huang hurriedly said: "Sir, you are here at the right time, this whole Luoxian City, your inscription is what everyone expects!"

Just now, everyone was still discussing who should write the inscription. This is a big deal, not only about mortals, but even communicating with the ghosts and gods of the underworld.

In fact, no matter who wrote the inscription, their hearts were dissatisfied. They seemed to be discussing, but in fact they were entangled with each other.

Meng Junliang handed the pen to Li Nianfan, and said, "Master Li, give you the pen, I will sharpen the ink for you!"

Li Nianfan didn't decline either. With his current status, he was indeed qualified for the inscription, so he took the pen and stood aside.

The plaque has been completed, but the only difference is the couplet of Chenghuang Temple.

Don't underestimate this couplet. This is the real face of the city god. It must have a profound meaning. It must not only include the human world, but also connect with the underground palace.

The words should be good, but also have the background.

Li Nianfan looked at the Chenghuang Temple behind him, then looked up at the people below.

There were a large number of people at the scene, three floors inside and three floors outside, but at this time they all consciously quieted down, looking at Li Nianfan eagerly.

Li Nianfan met the eager gazes of everyone, took a deep breath, and looked up at the distant world.

But I saw the white snow in the distance, connecting with the sky and the earth, and further away, I don't know what happened to the mirror-like Jingyue Lake.

It is high enough to overlook the lake and mountains in the distance. It is a city god, and it is illuminated by thousands of lights at night, and it is the duty of petitioning for the people.

Just write it!

The paper is already ready and laid out on the table.

Li Nianfan slowly started writing.

Because it is more formal, the technique is not fast, and the handwriting is only slightly scribbled, which is neat, but there is a peculiar charm in it, and people can't help but be immersed in it.

The people in the audience could not see the words. They looked at Li Nianfan. They only felt that he was breezy and elegant, and he was indescribably free and easy. He seemed to be covered with a layer of faint onlookers, full of holy meaning, and Chenghuang was actually Become its background, people can't help but give birth to the meaning of worship.

On the stage, Meng Junliang and others stared at the copybook fiercely, feeling that every word was alive, representing a will.

Especially Meng Junliang, it is not the first time that he has seen Li Nianfan write, and he takes Li Nianfan as his ultimate pursuit. But every time he sees Li Nianfan writing, he will have different feelings in his heart. He feels ashamed and ashamed.

Can I achieve such a miracle in my lifetime? Even if you can only write one word in this life!

"Eight Baili Lake and Mountain know what year the picture is, and one hundred thousand fireworks are returned here."

The last word...Sure!

"Om!"

There was a sudden wave of ripples between the heaven and the earth, it seemed that a certain rule was being forcibly changed, and waves of mighty heavenly might crashed down, even solidifying the space here.

Mortals only feel a sense of suffocation, but the immortal cultivator has his whole body upside down, and his heart is throbbing.

They saw the sky at the same time, and at the same time their bodies shook and their eyes widened.

But I saw that a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, not only from where it came from, but at an extremely fast speed, it hit the Chenghuang Temple straight!

In an instant, the entire Chenghuang Temple was enveloped, and the original primitive colors seemed to have been plated with a layer of gold, dazzling and dazzling, stabbing people's eyes with pain.

Luck!

Good luck from heaven!

Just like the establishment of the emperor at the time, the establishment of Confucianism and Taoism at the time, and the spread of Dharma at that time, another mighty fate came, this time... it was the Chenghuang!

The monstrous air luck is like a tide, rippling around, coating the entire Luoxian City with a layer of gold. This kind of vision is naturally invisible to mortals, but the cultivators present are suffocated at the same time. Almost fainted.

I actually witnessed this spectacular scene that is hard to come by in thousands of years!

At the same time, in the underworld.

Granny Meng is standing in the Great Hall, black and white impermanence standing on both sides, and many ghosts are busy, going from house to house, giving people dreams.

Granny Meng held the book of life and death in his hand, placed it on the high hall of Great Hall, and said: "The book of life and death has the effect of judging life and death. It is like a guide. Now returning to the underworld will make it much easier for the soul to stay in the future."

Hei Wuchang opened his mouth and said: "It's a pity that the manpower of the underworld is still not enough. Even if you know the time of Death, there is not enough manpower to send it over."

Granny Meng let out a soft sigh, and said, "How is the effect of the dream?"

"Mother-in-law, many places in the mortal world have begun to build city god temples, but... the city god is unprecedented..."

Bai Wuchang paused for a moment before he said bitterly: "We now seem to...have no right to set up."

If it were in the past dungeons, Lichenghuang could still do it. It only needed to give official posts and responsibilities, and then slowly run it. But now, the dungeons have fallen apart, and many responsibilities have been naturally taken back. Even if they want to build a city, they can’t give Its corresponding recognition.

In this way, it will make Chenghuang more trivial.

To give a simple example, the previous Jifu was an institution recognized by Heavenly Dao, which was authoritative, but now, it obviously doesn't work anymore. It has become a civil sect, which is related to the issue of whether there is an establishment or no establishment.

After all, since the Chenghuang has been established, it is necessary for ghosts to sit in the mortal world.

And since it was not recognized, that Chenghuang's stewardship could not be regarded as a real ghost errand, and it was not suitable to stay in the mortal world for a long time.

At this moment, the entire underworld was shocked!

A golden light slammed into the underworld without warning. The golden light was extremely rich and spread to every corner of the underworld. The place where it illuminated was like a lotus growing every step of the way, causing tremendous changes in the entire underworld. .

The book of life and death placed on the high platform was illuminated by golden light, and my originally dark self turned into gold gradually. Beside it, the brush floated slowly, and the tip of the brush actually changed from black to black. It's golden!

The golden light continued to shine and began to spill from the Great Hall to the rest of the underworld.

"Wow!"

In addition to the Styx, there was another sound of water in the underworld.

The water is rushing, as if there is a turbulent wave slapped against the waves, bombarding everyone's ears over and over again.

Familiar voices shocked many ghosts. It seemed that Hun and Po were separated, with surprise and joy on their faces, turned into statues.

Bai Wuchang was a little incoherent, and trembled: "Mother... mother-in-law, that... is that... Yellow Springs' voice?"

"It's Yellow Springs, it's definitely the sound of Yellow Springs water!" Granny Meng was more excited than everyone else, with tears in his eyes. "Old lady, I have listened to Yellow Springs water for countless years. It can't be wrong. Yellow Springs starts to flow again. !"

She stepped quickly and walked towards the periphery of the underworld.

Here, Taotao’s Yellow Springs water is tumbling. The Yellow Springs, which was already stagnant water, are now gradually glowing with vitality. The golden light is like the light of the sun, pouring down, shining the entire Yellow Springs water.

Yellow Springs is what people call Jiuquan, and this is the home of the dead.

After the person dies, Hun and Po will be taken to Yellow Springs, staying temporarily, and reincarnated along the other shore flowers, but after the catastrophe, the water of Yellow Springs withered, and Hun and Po turned into evil. The cruel Styx.

Many ghosts stood beside Yellow Springs, looking at the surging Yellow Springs water with blurred eyes, and suddenly a dreamlike feeling came into being, as if...everything was back again.

At the same time, beside the Yellow Springs, rows of flowers were withered and blackened, and only the rhizomes of the flowers that remained were also full of vitality, allowing the latter to bloom one after another.

The other side flower!

The red and red flowers of the other shore, as if blood stained the setting sun, began to bloom one by one along the way, spreading out with the earth as a scroll.

"The flowers bloom on the other shore, the flowers bloom on the other shore; the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers; the flowers and leaves grow and cherish each other, and will never be seen." Granny Meng whispered, "beautiful, so beautiful!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Above Yellow Springs, not far away, the broken bridge began to roar, and it seemed that there was a rainbow overhanging. The broken gravel resembled time reversal and began to reconnect little by little!

PS: This kind of text is completely different from the upgrade of monsters and the flow of pretending to be slapped. I don't have any routines that I can learn from. I can only think about it by myself, so I often cram.

In order not to disappoint the readers, every time I finish a session, I will think about the next session very carefully. The feeling of Cavan... is really uncomfortable. It is not an exaggeration to describe it , Fortunately, I have always stabilized the update.

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